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@qlohve-blog
sorry about the lack of activity , everyone ! ur girl has been struggling with some personal things lately , which has been keeping me away from tumblr ... i’ll try to be active again asap ! you can most likely find me lurking on my main blog as of lately , so yeah !
🔪 . coruscit
@qlohve said: “ i don’t answer to you. ” FAR CRY 4 // ACCEPTING .
NO, CLOVE DOESN’T . NO ONE DOES . glimmer is not a mentor, & she is far from autonomous in the capitol . glimmer answers to everyone but herself . a diamond that exists to shine & be fawned over . the diamond doesn’t speak, & it doesn’t get to decide when it is too exhausted to be handled . something held with such regard, it would surely be dropped & shattered should it open it’s mouth to speak . to extend a specific piece of bitter wisdom would be irresponsible on glimmer’s part, so she keeps her mouth shut about her own opinion . seeing as the odds already lie well in clove’s favor, perhaps she’ll join their shining few in a matter of days .
“ then what wisdom, pray tell, has enobaria gifted you ? ”
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 , or does she purely mock the brunette ? if the latter , does she really think that is a wise idea ? naturally , clove leans towards the second option --- there’s something about glimmer that makes it so , but she knows better than to start a fight before the arena . they are allies , and so they shall be until the time comes . still , don’t expect her to lift a finger to help the blonde . perhaps glimmer has no ill will , but it doesn’t matter ; clove has long forgotten to expect good things from others .
❝ the wisdom , dearest glimmer , ❞ sarcasm drips from each syllable , posture straightening when both arms fold across her chest , ❝ that you and marvel need to mind your own business . you want a shot at this ? then shut up and listen to the ones who actually know what they’re doing , ❞ there’s pride in her aggressiveness , as one should expect from a tribute of district two . perhaps in another lifetime she would have been more like glimmer ; a beautiful jewel , shinning brightly in the eyes of those around her , but that isn’t the case . she isn’t a diamond , she’s a knife --- sharp , lethal and built with a purpose . it was the only thing clove knew how to be . ❝ but i don’t need enobaria to tell me that . ❞
finnick: * being the Best Man and trying to mentor cato n clove * cato n clove: lol ur name rhymes w dick finnick: ... cato n clove: findick
i’m here friends , u can all run away in fear now
thank u to everyone who posted on the little world of text nina made for me , it means a lot and it’s definitely cheered me up <3
HI I WOULD DIE FOR @caetoh WHAT THE HELL
probably won’t be here today, friendships, my apologies ! i’m not in a very good mood but i’ll be alright. will be productive tomorrow !
every victor ever: alexa play hurt by johnny cash
what i’m trying to say is that clove , who had been training for the games since always , who knew nothing about life or emotions including her own , who had one (1) friend , who was disciplined and focused in her one goal to the point where anyone could be a potential threat , had a girl from a district she was always conditioned to think was the trashiest of trash worms steal the attention she wanted by getting a score higher than hers , dodge her goddamn knife moments into the game ( reminder that she never misses ) , and when that very girl’s life was right there for her to take , allowing her to finally regain control of herself / her goals , a different tribute puts her in a defenseless state ( something she isn’t used to , as she’s the predator and not the prey ) where she is about to respond for something she did not do , and her instant reaction in a moment of desperation isn’t to starting kicking him or try to get out of his grip , but to call for her only friend before suffering a slow death in a very much comatose - like state . oof .
hello it is 12:38pm and i am crying about kniferina
cato n clove whenever glimmer / marvel / peeta / absolutely anyone asks for something
so basically this is me n clove
🔪 . caetoh
𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 / 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 / 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 ––– & the hours are long , but still not so long as those endured within the confines of district two . midday breaks & he is loathe to discover he is tired , that the very fibres of his bones ache with each savage hack & slash & stab delivered to manequin enemies . sleep has evaded him , ever the fickle rival , since the day of the reaping . ( it is not fear , but rather its cousin –– excitement –– that fills his head with the humming of bees & keeps him from rest . ) he watches a tribute from some lower district throw a spear ; it does little more than fly two feet before clattering to the floor . ( NOT MUCH OF A COMPETITION . ) as weary as he is bored , cato wipes the sweat from his brow & forsakes his own practice to rejoin clove . she’s the only one worth her fighting , anyhow . the rest of them are 𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 playing at a game they can never hope to win .
❛ you know what i think ? ❜ a pause / an exhale as he enters the boundaries of the station she’s been training in . cato raises his weapon , prepares to strike a marred dummy , & then thinks better of it . concentration crests like the rise of a 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 tide before –– all at once –– it breaks & disperses , leaving in its wake naught but sandy beaches . ( time for an intermission . ) he lowers his sword arm , letting the blade dangle idly at his side . in this moment , he is all sunshine & bright smiles . ( a stormcloud raining down upon all except she , honoured ally . )
❛ i think that the odds –––– – ❜ 𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 , 𝐨𝐡 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 . he bows , a great , hulking gesture that is neither graceful nor intended to be so . when once more he straightens , the coy flashing of white teeth is jeering / taunting : a wicked gesture that speaks to the derision beneath . ( careful , 𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 . to be overbold in the face of adversity is to fly too close to a burning sun . ) he gestures to the other tributes , they who mind their own , like they are sheep grazing in a field . as if to say : look how harmless / look how incompetent ! ❛ – –––– are ever in our favour . compared to them , at least . ❜
@qlohve· !
𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 , the ever familiar ritual of aiming / throwing / hitting the very center of a target would have bored her by now . year after year of precision will do that to you . however , this time was different . this is what the sweat , bloody knuckles , burning palms and endless hours spent inside the academy came down to . it wasn’t boredom that coursed through the girl’s veins , adding fuel to flame --- it was EXCITEMENT , a desperate need to set the stakes ever higher just to tear them down herself . after all , who else would ever be able to ? & so , worn fingers wrap around the handle of another knife , removing it from the bunch she kept close and holding it at just the proper height . failure is not an option when you don’t know what failure is . not anymore .
her concentration is soon to be dispersed , the familiar sound of her fellow tribute’s footsteps inching closer and closer ( ‘ friend ’ tastes bitter on such a sharp tongue ) . she doesn’t bother answering , knowing cato isn’t asking for permission to speak . if anything , there is an unspoken agreement between the two --- she won’t cross his path as long as he does the same . still , there can only be a winner in the end , & what a formidable foe cato will be . let her victory be worthy of a crown . seemingly without thought , she finally throws the knife at the last target , hitting front and center as usual . it’s clear that he didn’t come to train .
and so clove’s attention turns to him , arms folded across her chest , a raised brow in expectant manner . the comment robs a chuckle from her mouth , eyes rolling at just how obvious the joke is . could it even be considered so , given how it was no more than the truth ? ❝ ha , very funny . came up with that one on your own ? ❞ there’s a hint of playfulness in her sarcasm , reserved to less than a handful of people . a pause settles as she reaches for three knives , one dancing between her fingertips while the others remain in the opposite hand . ❝ but you’re right . pretty boring , if you ask me . i was hoping this would be fun . ❞ another hit , ❝ picking the prey already ? ❞
so basically
clove is the final pam